Theorized Cisco: A Fictional Narrative
It took about 20 minutes, 20 minutes spent in almost complete silence, for the S.T.A.R. Labs van to get close to the last position of Barry’s suit sensor before the signal was lost. They tried in the first moment to contact their friend with no success, letting the imagination of each and every one of them to try and complete the blank of what really happened out there.
''He might’ve just be knocked down by the residue energy of the blast.'' Theorized Cisco ,half-hearted. halfway in the ride, his technically mind trying to hang on to any possible explanation.
''It has to be.'' Whispered Joe, desperate to believe it. From what he’s been told, the signal stopped when the speedster was just outside town, between 10 to 15 miles from where he left the artefact. It had to be far enough to keep him alive, there was no other possibilities the detective was ready to accept.
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of the van, Joe, Cisco and Caitlin started looking around in the sand and rare vegetation.
''Let’s split up to cover more ground.'' Said Joe. ''No going away ‘til he’s find.''
''If he didn't go far enough, it's possible there won't be anything for us to find.'' Grimly said Caitlin, fully aware that everyone around already had that thought haunting their mind and didn't want to be reminded of it.
The speedster’s dad glared but didn’t say anything, moving away, searching his search.
''Barr! Barry! Answer me son!'' The detective voice was booming all around the zone, echoing the young scientist’s voices doing the same in the others directions. ''BARRY!'' He tried again, louder. What if….no, he couldn’t start thinking like that. Barry was close, he was just right under their noses and he was waiting for his rescue.
''BARRY!'' Kept on trying again and again the detective, going further away from the rest of the team with every step, nervously turning around from time to time, hoping the others would’ve find something. ''Where are-''
The detective suddenly stopped in his track as he noticed something that wasn’t part of the scenery; a dark blue, still, too still, form, half-covered in dirt.
''Oh god…BARRY!''
Sprinting faster than he ever did in his entire life, Joe covered in seconds the remaining distance, falling on his knees before he was even stopped, sliding in the sand, not even caring for the pain in his scrapped knees and newly teared jeans. His breath got stuck in his throat, unable to get out, as he feverishly uncovered the dirt from the young man’s face and took the mask off, taking in the closed eyes and scratches. The pale skin was so cold right now under his delicate touch.
''Oh my god, please Barry, please. Wake up!'' He pleaded, gently tapping on the hero's cheek, trying to rouse him.
Getting no response, he dug his shaking fingers in Barry's neck, feeling the knot in his stomach. ''Please Barry, please.'' His trembling lips kept on repeating unconsciously, nothing else in the world mattered at that moment, even forgetting where he was or the fact that Cisco and Caitlin were close by, searching for the hero too. Still searching at the moment.
There it was, a pulse, weak but steady,
''Oh Thank god.'' Sighed Joe in relief, letting go of the breath he was holding. Remembering all of the sudden his surrounding, Joe turned around to scream as loud as he could. ''HERE! I found him!''
''So…loud.'' Answered a weak voice on the ground, barely above a whisper. Almost jumping out of his skin in surprise, Joe turned his head around to look at his son’s face who still had eyes closed, but his face and eyelids were tensing up in pain.
''Hey, hey, Barr. It’s over, try to relax. Help’s coming. You're going to be fine, just relax.''
Each word were spoken hurriedly, as Joe's nerves were about to crack under the pressure, his concern levels weren't about to go down anytime soon, especially considering how compliant Barry was at that moment, slightly nodding, not making any motion to get up or even open his eyes like he always do after getting injured.
Barry’s head slowly rolled to his side, eyes still closed, before coughing up once, then twice, causing Joe’s knot in the stomach to tighten.
''Barr?'' He asked fearfully, his right hand going under the boy’s upper body, lifting him into a semi-sitting position, hoping to ease the boy’s breathing. It seemed to help for a second 'til the young man moved his head again, to the other side, his body twitching in his foster's father grip, coughing against the sand that probably ended in his system during the blast.
'Please Cisco, Caitlin, where are-'' before he could finish his thought, a figure came and kneeled next to him.
''What's wrong with him?'' Worriedly asked Cisco.
''I'm not...'' Started Joe before getting interrupted by Caitlin's voice as she joined him and Cisco, kneeling on the other side of Barry, putting down her medical bag on the ground next to her. Her focus went instantly on the hero's breathing and coughing, cataloguing in her head every possible injuries; he wasn't spitting blood, nor was he struggling to breath, both good signs. To everyone's relief, Barry's cough diminished after a couple of more seconds.
''Barry? Can her you hear me?''
Barry turned his head slightly to his left and fluttered his eyelids couple of times before finally gathering the strength to open them, revealing exhausted green eyes. Despite of the open eyes, concerned wasn’t going away as the speedster still kept his whole body limp, his arms staying on his sides, no attempt were made on moving them.
''Are you hurt? Are you in pain anywhere?'' Asked the doctor, studying closely the man’s face who closed his tired eyes for a moment, tensing with pain, before opening them again. The CSI didn't even had time to answer that his suit got open up for him and expert hands started probing, searching for signs of internal bleeding or broken ribs.
''Head…ankle…hurt.'' Finally answered Barry, sluggishly.
For the first time since finding his son, Joe took time to look, analyze, his son’s body. His first concern was about Barry being alive, but now he realized he didn’t really searched for injuries. There wasn’t any need to ask which ankle was making the boy feel pain, noticing the unnatural angle of the left one. He looked up at Caitlin, his eyes asking for help as the doctor was already done with the first part of her examination and was moving on, putting back her hands off from behind Barry’s head, frowning when they came back bloody.
Wincing in sympathy and apologizing for the additional pain she caused, the doctor turned the boy’s head on his side to examine the injury, probing it, trying to stay deaf to the groans of pain.
She extended her other arm to her medical kit, inviting Cisco to come take her place and handing him a clean gaze.
''Keep pressure on it, stop the bleeding.'' She instructed before turning to Joe. ''Make sure he stays awake, don’t want to risk it until we know the extent of his head injury and how much the energy outburst affected him.''
Caitlin didn’t even waited to see if her instructions were carried out before taking a bandage in her bag and moving down the young man’s body. In the meantime, Joe had taken his son’s hand into his own, never stopping talking, about anything and everything, trying to keep with them, but he could see the heavy eyelids closing again. That was until Barry’s eyes sharply opened, widening, gasping in sudden pain, his glance immediately falling on his broken ankle that Caitlin pushed back in place in the right position just a bit too abruptly and
fast.
''Did….it…purpose.'' He panted, his chest quickly rising and falling.
''Did not!'' She exclaimed, acting offended.
''He might’ve just be knocked down by the residue energy of the blast.'' Theorized Cisco ,half-hearted. halfway in the ride, his technically mind trying to hang on to any possible explanation.
''It has to be.'' Whispered Joe, desperate to believe it. From what he’s been told, the signal stopped when the speedster was just outside town, between 10 to 15 miles from where he left the artefact. It had to be far enough to keep him alive, there was no other possibilities the detective was ready to accept.
As soon as they stepped out …show more content…
of the van, Joe, Cisco and Caitlin started looking around in the sand and rare vegetation.
''Let’s split up to cover more ground.'' Said Joe. ''No going away ‘til he’s find.''
''If he didn't go far enough, it's possible there won't be anything for us to find.'' Grimly said Caitlin, fully aware that everyone around already had that thought haunting their mind and didn't want to be reminded of it.
The speedster’s dad glared but didn’t say anything, moving away, searching his search.
''Barr! Barry! Answer me son!'' The detective voice was booming all around the zone, echoing the young scientist’s voices doing the same in the others directions. ''BARRY!'' He tried again, louder. What if….no, he couldn’t start thinking like that. Barry was close, he was just right under their noses and he was waiting for his rescue.
''BARRY!'' Kept on trying again and again the detective, going further away from the rest of the team with every step, nervously turning around from time to time, hoping the others would’ve find something. ''Where are-''
The detective suddenly stopped in his track as he noticed something that wasn’t part of the scenery; a dark blue, still, too still, form, half-covered in dirt.
''Oh god…BARRY!''
Sprinting faster than he ever did in his entire life, Joe covered in seconds the remaining distance, falling on his knees before he was even stopped, sliding in the sand, not even caring for the pain in his scrapped knees and newly teared jeans. His breath got stuck in his throat, unable to get out, as he feverishly uncovered the dirt from the young man’s face and took the mask off, taking in the closed eyes and scratches. The pale skin was so cold right now under his delicate touch.
''Oh my god, please Barry, please. Wake up!'' He pleaded, gently tapping on the hero's cheek, trying to rouse him.
Getting no response, he dug his shaking fingers in Barry's neck, feeling the knot in his stomach. ''Please Barry, please.'' His trembling lips kept on repeating unconsciously, nothing else in the world mattered at that moment, even forgetting where he was or the fact that Cisco and Caitlin were close by, searching for the hero too. Still searching at the moment.
There it was, a pulse, weak but steady,
''Oh Thank god.'' Sighed Joe in relief, letting go of the breath he was holding. Remembering all of the sudden his surrounding, Joe turned around to scream as loud as he could. ''HERE! I found him!''
''So…loud.'' Answered a weak voice on the ground, barely above a whisper. Almost jumping out of his skin in surprise, Joe turned his head around to look at his son’s face who still had eyes closed, but his face and eyelids were tensing up in pain.
''Hey, hey, Barr. It’s over, try to relax. Help’s coming. You're going to be fine, just relax.''
Each word were spoken hurriedly, as Joe's nerves were about to crack under the pressure, his concern levels weren't about to go down anytime soon, especially considering how compliant Barry was at that moment, slightly nodding, not making any motion to get up or even open his eyes like he always do after getting injured.
Barry’s head slowly rolled to his side, eyes still closed, before coughing up once, then twice, causing Joe’s knot in the stomach to tighten.
''Barr?'' He asked fearfully, his right hand going under the boy’s upper body, lifting him into a semi-sitting position, hoping to ease the boy’s breathing. It seemed to help for a second 'til the young man moved his head again, to the other side, his body twitching in his foster's father grip, coughing against the sand that probably ended in his system during the blast.
'Please Cisco, Caitlin, where are-'' before he could finish his thought, a figure came and kneeled next to him.
''What's wrong with him?'' Worriedly asked Cisco.
''I'm not...'' Started Joe before getting interrupted by Caitlin's voice as she joined him and Cisco, kneeling on the other side of Barry, putting down her medical bag on the ground next to her. Her focus went instantly on the hero's breathing and coughing, cataloguing in her head every possible injuries; he wasn't spitting blood, nor was he struggling to breath, both good signs. To everyone's relief, Barry's cough diminished after a couple of more seconds.
''Barry? Can her you hear me?''
Barry turned his head slightly to his left and fluttered his eyelids couple of times before finally gathering the strength to open them, revealing exhausted green eyes. Despite of the open eyes, concerned wasn’t going away as the speedster still kept his whole body limp, his arms staying on his sides, no attempt were made on moving them.
''Are you hurt? Are you in pain anywhere?'' Asked the doctor, studying closely the man’s face who closed his tired eyes for a moment, tensing with pain, before opening them again. The CSI didn't even had time to answer that his suit got open up for him and expert hands started probing, searching for signs of internal bleeding or broken ribs.
''Head…ankle…hurt.'' Finally answered Barry, sluggishly.
For the first time since finding his son, Joe took time to look, analyze, his son’s body. His first concern was about Barry being alive, but now he realized he didn’t really searched for injuries. There wasn’t any need to ask which ankle was making the boy feel pain, noticing the unnatural angle of the left one. He looked up at Caitlin, his eyes asking for help as the doctor was already done with the first part of her examination and was moving on, putting back her hands off from behind Barry’s head, frowning when they came back bloody.
Wincing in sympathy and apologizing for the additional pain she caused, the doctor turned the boy’s head on his side to examine the injury, probing it, trying to stay deaf to the groans of pain.
She extended her other arm to her medical kit, inviting Cisco to come take her place and handing him a clean gaze.
''Keep pressure on it, stop the bleeding.'' She instructed before turning to Joe. ''Make sure he stays awake, don’t want to risk it until we know the extent of his head injury and how much the energy outburst affected him.''
Caitlin didn’t even waited to see if her instructions were carried out before taking a bandage in her bag and moving down the young man’s body. In the meantime, Joe had taken his son’s hand into his own, never stopping talking, about anything and everything, trying to keep with them, but he could see the heavy eyelids closing again. That was until Barry’s eyes sharply opened, widening, gasping in sudden pain, his glance immediately falling on his broken ankle that Caitlin pushed back in place in the right position just a bit too abruptly and
fast.
''Did….it…purpose.'' He panted, his chest quickly rising and falling.
''Did not!'' She exclaimed, acting offended.